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I woke up the next morning and went for a shower. I looked at my body in the mirror. Before, I was a healthy 58kg in proportion to my body and height. Now I looked a sickly thin. My skin was dull. My eyes were lifeless.

I started packing up to move to the apartment in Rosebank. My stuff would be collected and sent to the apartment. The rape incident still nagged at me. I needed to escape route. I took a cocktail of drugs to numb the pain.

My phone started ringing. It was my mother. I was not in the mood. I ignored the call. Layha was persistently sending messages trying to find out how I was doing. She actually invited me for a Quraan class. This woman has lost the plot.

My phone alarm started buzzing for Zohr salaah. I switched it off and wondered how I landed where I was. I forgot that my Lord exists. I should feel guilty but I felt nothing.

Aslam barged into the room. I jumped. I didn’t know how to react after yesterday’s incident. He came and gave me a kiss. “I missed you!” he whispered. All the resistance had melted. I could never stay mad at him for long. I loved him with all my heart and soul.

“Babe, We should go on a honeymoon, what do you think?” asked Aslam.

I jumped for joy. “London, Dubai, Malaysia?” I suggested.

“Durban” he said wearily. “My new partner “the foreigner” needs to go to Durbs to meet some club owners. I was thinking let us kill two birds with one stone. We leave in the morning”

Outwardly I showed gratitude and excitement. Inwardly I was disappointed. Durban. How boring.

“Before we leave, I need to go sort out some stuff with Layha, she is talking about divorce. I will be back later”.

“Wasn’t the plan to let her go?” I asked.

“I will never leave her, I love her and I will do anything to keep her.” He said furiously.

“So am I just here to make her jealous? She is a psycho…”

Before I could finish my sentence Aslam pushed me so I hard that I lost balance and stumbled to the floor. My head hit the corner of the coffee table. Blood started gushing out.

“Go clean yourself up!” he barked.

He came into the bathroom and handed me a pill. “Never disrespect my wife, ever!” he ordered.

He then threw a box at me and said it was a gift. I picked it up off the floor and opened it. It was a diamond tennis bracelet. I kept it. It would come in handy for a rainy day.

I went to sleep and woke up just before supper. I decided to put some sexy lingerie on and surprise my husband. Aslam walked in, looked at me and said that he was not in the mood and wanted something to eat. I felt hurt and rejected. We both drank away the evening.

When I woke up I saw a message from Layha pleading,

“Aslam needs help with his alcohol addiction. I am sure you don’t want a drunkard coming home every night beating you to a pulp?”

“He will change when he is older” I replied

“Tomorrow may never come and nothing is guaranteed” she answered.

I got ready. Ordered some coffee and breakfast. I woke Aslam up. I couldn’t wait for our honeymoon even if it was only to Durban.

As he ate, I could not stop admiring how handsome he was.

“What happened with Layha?” I enquired.

“Argh nothing, She is gone all holy. She wants me to stop drinking and going to parties and stop the other women. She is scared I will give both of you Aids.” Aslam replied.

“She is right, you have two wives now. We can give you all the fun you need.” I said.

“I don’t think Layha and I will last much longer, so I will need more women.” he said with a naughty grin on his face.

We both had a quick fix and left for the airport. Hardly a few minutes passed and I became intensely euphoric. I suddenly became hyperactive and alert.

My mother called to tell me that she would be in Joburg soon and asked if I needed anything. I coldly told her I was going away to Durban and did not need anything from them.

As soon as I put the phone down, I received a message from Aneesa. Busy day, I thought.

She invited me to her wedding. Still angry she did not attend my wedding I told her I would check my calendar and see if I was free.

Upon reaching the airport “the foreigner” met us. He tried to make idle chitchat but I just ignored him. I was not in the mood for small talk. My high was wearing off. I started to become agitated, irritable and very uncomfortable. We boarded the plane. Even though I battled, I eventually forced myself to sleep.

I am addicted to this blog. Is this really a true story that happened to someone. May Allah save us and our children. Peer pressure destroys ur lyf. This world is temporary. Turn to Allah and only our Allah is all merciful and will show us the right path to Islam. Money and lavish life is not all we need. That’s the least important things in life. Women don’t stayn in an abusive relationship.